Fifth Prompt Post
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He picks up a stool and plants it in the middle of the floor. He ignores his father’s voice saying, “Andersons stand on their own two feet. They don’t use crutches.”
He sits and takes a deep breath that doesn’t calm his fluttering stomach.
“I’m crazy. I take Lithium, and-“
Brittany interrupts him. “Why don’t you float?”
Santana murmurs in Brittany’s ear. Her eyes widen and she nods. Her expression is so sober and childlike that Blaine can’t help but smile reassuringly.
“I take Lithium, and this is how it makes me feel.”
“Hello?” he sings, “Is there anybody in there? Just nod if you can hear me. Is there anyone at home?”
He meets Kurt’s eyes. They shine.
“There is no pain. You are receding.”
Tears roll down his cheeks. He doesn’t wipe them away because, as Rachel says, it is imperative for a performer to express heart-felt emotion.
“I can’t explain. You would not understand. This is not how I am. I have become comfortably numb.”
When he finishes, the silence stretches out awkwardly. He doesn’t have the energy to fill it.
Brittany comes to the rescue. “You’re a prism, Blaine. I know you feel like broken glass, but when you’re happy, you catch all the light and make rainbows dance around the room. You make Kurt sparkle too.” She's beaming at him. Drained as he is, it's impossible not to force his face into a fake smile. He hopes it's reassuring. It feels grotesque.
Tina stands. “For years, I wanted to be invisible. Now I take Prozac and go to therapy and I like myself again. There’s nothing wrong with that.” She crosses to Blaine and takes his hands. “I know I already had my turn, but there’s something I really want to sing right now.” She looks to Mr. Schue for permission. Still a bit shell-shocked, he nods.
“You with the sad eyes, don’t be discouraged.”
Brad joins in on the piano.
“I realize it’s hard to take courage.”
Blaine looks over her shoulder at Kurt, who is gazing back as if he sees something precious, someone worth something. He makes his way over to Blaine as he begins to sing. “I see your true colors, and that’s why I love you.”
The girls join in one by one, Santana chiming in with “If this world makes you crazy…” She grins wickedly.
By the time the song’s over, he’s surrounded in the best possible way-Kurt resting whisper-light against his back with his arms wrapped around his chest, the girls hugging or patting him, and Finn with a hand clapped on his shoulder. There’s a bedlam of voices. He doesn’t know where he's going. He might just rest here for a while.
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So much love for this fic.
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